Chapter 90

Chapter 90: Up, Up And Away  

“Someone actually died on that street last night. So you really became an assassin, huh?”  

In the infirmary, Gloria lounged in Heli’s white coat, her bare legs shamelessly propped up on the desk. She wasn’t even wearing shoes—just her pink-painted toes wiggling freely in the air.  

Since “Old Lady” Heli left, this place had become Gloria’s personal kingdom. She could wear Heli’s clothes, use Heli’s cosmetics, and even hijack the school nurse’s identity to bully Heli’s kid.  

Gloria hadn’t done a single productive thing since Heli’s departure—though, to be fair, she hadn’t done much when Heli was around either.  

Between occasionally inviting her girlfriends (female friends) over to hang out in the infirmary, her only other pastime was summoning Mi Xiaoliu just to mess with her. 

Like calling her under the pretense that “Old Lady left candy for you,” only to eat it in front of her when she arrived, then handing her the wrapper to throw away on her way out.  

Hardly any students came for actual medical treatment—the infirmary was too remote. The only regular was the plump teacher from Mi Xiaoliu’s class, who kept trying to file complaints but could never find anyone present.  

With Heli away on business and Mi Xiaoliu dumped at someone else’s house for foster care, Gloria didn’t even have a place to mooch meals anymore. 

The whole building was just unfamiliar classmates now, and whenever she stepped out, a few lurking idiots in the hallway would pretend to pass by, hands stuffed in their pockets too shy to pull out their phones and ask for her number.  

Bored out of her mind, Gloria finally caved and went home—though she still refused to speak to her mother.  

Mi Xiaoliu stood at the doorway like a punished student, textbook in hand. If Heli hadn’t ordered her to submit homework checks to Gloria, she wouldn’t have come at all.  

“You’re screwed, kid. According to the Federation’s ‘Juvenile Execution Act,’ your crimes are enough to get you publicly paraded before execution,” Gloria lied effortlessly, just to scare her.  

Mi Xiaoliu stayed silent.  

“Was it you who off Aiboge back then too? How come I never saw you?”  

Gloria crept closer, then—when Mi Xiaoliu wasn’t paying attention—grabbed her and plopped her onto a swivel chair, spinning her relentlessly.  

Though Mi Xiaoliu tried to resist, she was no match for Gloria’s strength. Dizzy and limp, she slumped against Gloria, only to be shoved back onto the chair with a look of disgust.  

Confirmed. This brat’s just cosplaying. An assassin? Please. She’s lucky she wasn’t kidnapped and sold for fifty bucks last night.  

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Stop running around in that outfit, or they’ll really arrest you as the Man in Black. See who you’ll cry to then.” Gloria ruffled Mi Xiaoliu’s hair, then sniffed her hand.  

Weird. Why does this brat smell so nice? Did the Old Lady secretly invent some marinade-scented shampoo for him (her)?  

“Hello, I’m here to take Xiaoliu home.”  

The door creaked open as Yiwen walked in, yawning.  

Last night, she’d literally threatened suicide to convince Officer Chen to destroy the “murder weapon.” But her theatrics had already ensured the entire department knew the Man in Black had used her panties to kill someone.  

I want to die. But I’m dragging that little bitch down with me first.

Mi Xiaoliu quickly packed her bag and began pushing Yiwen toward the door, visibly relieved to finally go home.  

“Alright, alright, stop shoving…”  

Yiwen couldn’t fathom why Mi Xiaoliu seemed so afraid of this senior. Shouldn’t boys be happy when pretty girls approached them? Was this some weird form of shyness?  

Back in her regular school days, even picking up a classmate’s eraser would make boys freeze up like statues. Hilarious.  

At least this proved Xiaoliu wasn’t completely clueless—he did react to girls.  

On the way home, Mi Xiaoliu kept staring at the sky, making Yiwen wonder if he (she) had a nosebleed.  

“See something up there?” Yiwen followed her gaze just as a flock of swallows soared past.  

“Want to fly,” Mi Xiaoliu said.  

“Huh?” Yiwen stopped walking, watching the birds head south.  

Reaching the sky to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the sun—every kid’s dream, right?

She still remembered her first clumsy attempts at flight, accidentally landing on a telephone pole and wailing too scared to come down, until her dad—laughing like an idiot—carried her back to solid ground.  

But once she’d mastered it? Pure joy. As a kid, she’d float just out of her mom’s reach whenever she misbehaved, prompting furious chases with a bamboo pole.  

“Xiaoliu, watch.”  

Like showing off, Yiwen beckoned for her attention—then levitated a few inches off the ground.  

“Cool, right?” She spun midair.  

Mi Xiaoliu said nothing, mentally picturing herself riding Yiwen to hunt down Easter’s research facility.  

Mistaking her silence for awe, Yiwen couldn’t suppress a smug grin.  

With a flick of her fingers, Mi Xiaoliu’s feet left the ground, weightless. Zero gravity offered no sense of security, yet she showed no panic—just quiet curiosity.  

Within Yiwen’s range, she could levitate others without contact. But if she wanted to fly too, she could only carry one person.  

It was like playing a two-player game solo—awkward, disjointed control. Unless she held someone directly, forming a unit, precision flight was impossible.  

“Wanna go higher?” Yiwen grabbed Mi Xiaoliu’s hand.  

“Mmm.”  

Yiwen then shot them straight up dozens of meters, watching for a reaction.  

Nothing. Mi Xiaoliu just stared down at the dizzying view below, unfazed.  

Pedestrians barely glanced at two students suddenly taking flight.  

Big deal.  

People zipping across Fanzui City’s skies were as common as pigeons. Yiwen nearly collided with a bird-mutant hybrid on the way up in the past.  

Mi Xiaoliu’s indifference baffled her.  

No fear of heights at all? My first time up high, I peed on Dad’s head. Even the densest person should have some instinctive vertigo. 

“Whoops!” Yiwen faked a slip, dropping Mi Xiaoliu a meter.  

Mi Xiaoliu blinked at her, confused by the sudden exclamation.  

This height wasn’t even as tall as the buildings she usually climbed.  

Yiwen’s bewilderment grew. Seriously? Not even a flinch?  

Or… did he trust her not to drop him?  

“I want to learn,” Mi Xiaoliu said earnestly.  

“No? Superpowers aren’t teachable,” Yiwen deadpanned. “Don’t think this is easy—I trained forever to fly this smoothly.”  

She focused on keeping Mi Xiaoliu stable. Zero-G nausea wasn’t something you just “got used to.”  

Movie-style instant flight mastery—let alone pulling aerial stunts—was pure fantasy. In reality, a single flip could knock you unconscious midair.  

Even when flying solo without her suit, Yiwen avoided extreme altitudes. Cold and turbulence were no joke.  

“Don’t squirm. Right now, I’m manually recalibrating gravity around us, completely independent of Earth’s pull. That makes us super easy to knock off course—one good shove and we’d spin out of control. That’s my weakness. Don’t tell anyone.” She pressed a finger to her lips.  

“Fly there.” Mi Xiaoliu pointed abruptly.  

“Hah?” Yiwen froze.  

Mi Xiaoliu’s arm was angled upward—she wanted to go higher.  

Yiwen remained baffled.  

This kid genuinely had no fear of heights.